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 1       VI|    Alarmed by her son’s evident agony, Mme. d’Escorval interposed:~ ~“
 2     XIII|        not love him, and yet an agony of jealousy was torturing
 3    XVIII|   patient groans and writhes in agony.~ ~M. d’Escorval wished
 4      XXV|       was not preferable to the agony of suspense which they had
 5     XXVI|     this fact, they suffered an agony of fear and dread through
 6    XXVII|     this deposition betrayed an agony of anxiety. Would the soldiers
 7   XXVIII|   pretending to save me.”~ ~His agony was terrible. He had thrown
 8   XXVIII|       by what was apparently an agony of fear. The man dragged
 9      XXX|         wife and his son?~ ~His agony on thinking of these dear
10      XXX|        saw his wife writhing in agony, perhaps dead. He pictured
11      XXX|        holding his breath in an agony of suspense.~ ~“You are
12     XXXI|       anguish, was now added an agony that momentarily increased—
13    XXXII|        death were suffering the agony of that terrible night which
14    XXXII|       His eyes betrayed such an agony of anguish that the priest
15    XXXVI|         have said, I am in such agony~ ~that I cannot weigh my
16    XXXVI|      girl! she was suffering an agony of remorse. It was that
17      XLI|     longer keep her secret. Her agony was frightful; but what
18     XLVI|        Marie-Anne’s paroxysm of agony. One would have supposed
19     XLVI|       she had not suspected the agony of that death.~ ~She no
20     XLVI| movement caused her intolerable agony, she tore open her dress
21    XLVII|        Maurice, absorbed in his agony of grief, did not overhear
22   XLVIII|    asked.~ ~“Because I suffered agony during the three hours that
23        L|         the age.~ ~And yet, the agony she was enduring did not
24      LII|        be as intolerable as her agony.~ ~
25      LIV|     witnessed Aunt Medea’s last agony.~ ~The duchess and her maid